LOCATION of Sail Boat

S/Y Juno


Latitude:28.85773

Longitude:-13.81454

GPS location Date/Time:10/31/2010 13:40:15 GMT

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Halloween in the Canary Islands

Lanzarote, Canary Islands---What else could I be?  But I am on a boat that does not endorse the idea of costumes. The first thing the kids saw when they woke up was my hairy face. I was then greeted with "Miss Edee, you've gone mad."  I continued being as Pirate like as possible until we crashed into the dock (bad, bad wind with a boat that can not turn starboard and no bow thrusters).  I thought wearing the beard in front of all the people trying to help us tie up might not look serious enough.

The Captain said no one celebrates Halloween on boats, so when the 2 little kids in costume knocked on our boat, we all went flying around the boat to find candy. The Captain offered them zucchini but I found some Tin Foil covered chocolate US Dollar candy I had brought with me.  A few "I told you so"'s to the Captain later, I felt justified in my love for Halloween fun.

 

The Brit (crew) rolled his eyes when I suggested a costume for him and the kids wanted nothing to do with the idea. The Captain I think, has never been silly in his life, so I'm alone in my humor.

I've had some of the best times in my adult life celebrating Halloween. Costumes have included:
Martha Stewart in Jail  with craft glue gun (before she actually did go to jail)



"It's all about Respect" Trash can costume 2004

 Daytona Beach "It's all about respect" Trash can a political statement exclusive to Daytona Beach, Florida at the time: Mayor thought Black College Reunion could be tamed by simply covering the trash can's with this plastic wrapped message. Note: In the first week, all wraps were stolen and had to be reordered.

Black Cat with patten leather thigh high lace up boots ("Does this tail make me look fat?") Note: Runner friend CJ and I both ran the Tower of Terror 9K last year at Disney in these costumes, sans the thigh high boots. Meow.

Shamu I climbed inside an inflatable Shamu pool toy. DO NOT TRY THIS. Black hot plastic, not so fun.

Pulp Fiction chick complete with needle in chest.

Tanya Harding complete with skating outfit, skates, lead pipe and LOTS of blue eye shadow (Thanks to my friend Sharon for going as my partner: Nancy Kerrigen) This was back when they were in the news.

Zena Princess Warrior (thanks to my friend Tara for going as what's her name...show's side kick)

Jose and the Pussycats...I was Alexandria with black cat and the last Pussycat with 6' guy we dressed in black jumpsuit and leopard bra, panties and black wig. Thanks to friends Tara and Sheila as the rest of the group.

I-HOP waitress (to the Hawaiian Tropic party where everyone ELSE dresses sexy) Thanks to Tara for being Thema with me...or was it Velma?

Charlie's Angels---Farrah. And thanks to Sheila, angel and Markus, our 6 ft German male friend that sported a 70's double knit jump suit and wig for the final angel.

...ah the fun.



Even my dog Turbo loves Halloween!

 So here I am, on Halloween with no one to play with. Bummer. But as normal, I think I'm funnier than anyone else does (especially on this boat) and have enjoyed my Pirate costume. I'm sure I'll be using it again, even when it's not Halloween.

LOCATION of Sail Boat

S/Y Juno


Latitude:28.9635

Longitude:-13.53961

GPS location Date/Time:10/29/2010 13:41:43 GMT

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Sailing to the Canary Islands

Sunrise facing Africa coast

Atlantic Ocean----Our trip from Morocco to the first Canary Island is suppose to take about 5 days or 90 hours. We decided to keep 2 hour watches with 4 hours off. My slot is from 11pm to 1am and 5am to 7am. This allows me to see the sunset and sunrise everyday which I love.



Sunset



Another Sunrise

Last day: sunrise



Strange Haze over the water is Sahara dust blown in from the African desert!



A bit worn out but getting used to the 4 hours of sleep intervals

We were able to put out both poles and sail down wind with about a 15 knot wind at our backs. It was glorious fun. Then the wind died and we needed to motor for the last day. Total time for passage: 93 hours.


3 Sails up going down wind



Sail, Moon and our Flag

Land! The first Canary Island: Lanzarote

City of Arrecife

LOCATION of Sail Boat

S/Y Juno


Latitude:32.19323

Longitude:-10.97043

GPS location Date/Time:10/27/2010 13:32:56 GMT

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Impressions of a Kid about Morocco

I could have lifted him in the air and hugged him so tight, squeezing all the air from his lungs until he squeaked, when I heard his answer. I had asked, “What were your impressions of Morocco?”

Slowly and thoughtfully he answered. He thought that it was very, very different than the European countries he had recently visited. He referred to the clothing; with many women in the traditional covers and some men in the long white tunics. He said that some parts of town could have looked like Europe or the US, except even the smells were strange and different and the language was so different no words were recognizable, not to mention the fact that five times a day, the sound of methodical singing seems to blanket the city from the top of all Mosques during the call to prayer. And then there was what was hard to look at---it was inescapable to not notice the poor all around you.

And then he said what you wish every kid, let alone adults, in the states would say: “I think I’ve taken A LOT for granted living in America.”

There it was; the results of the power of travel and its ability to give new understanding, first hand, of different cultures. It is the bridge that helps bring about tolerance. The link to knowing we are all people, trying to survive, have families, friends, jobs, religion…

And then I asked, “What did you think of all the kids in the street playing soccer?”

“I felt sad for them. I’m not sure if they go to school.”

“But did you notice something about them playing with their friends?” I continued.

“They were happy. They were having fun,” he finished.

Exactly. They had happiness in their life despite the terrible conditions of the street, the dirty, worn soccer ball and the ratty clothing. If you closed your eyes and listened only to the laughter, it could have been anywhere. But it was in fact, right outside of what looked like a shanty town in Casablanca and only blocks from the beautiful mosque.

I wonder about all the American aide that goes out around the world and how exactly it helps. I wonder if we improve the conditions of kids on the street or the conditions of their governments. Because perhaps, like I saw in the human rights movie in South Africa (Post 10/10/10). Perhaps we should ask the people first what it is that would improve their lives before we decide for them. And maybe the answer might be to help them fix the holes in the street and then maybe, a new soccer ball to play with after attending a good school.

Road Trip: Casablanca

Casablanca, Morocco. Africa---I’ve seen the movie. So I had always wanted to see this far away city. Casablanca. Turns out, Hollywood did a much better job with the set. It was a big disappointment.

Heralded as the “most beautiful city in Morocco,” according to the travel book I bought, that was not the impression Casablanca made on me.

Taking the Train from Sale to Casablanca cost 38 Dirham each way (3.80 Euro or about $4.50 US). The train’s second class was clean and comfortable, certainly not worth upgrading to first class for the 60 Dirham required, since there was little difference.

First we walked from the train station to the crowned jewel of Casablanca, the new Mosque built along the Atlantic Ocean. The tower alone is 700 feet, Gates built of titanium and amazing tiles and marble work throughout.



In the Medina, people selling from the ground



Then, the new crew, Mark and I decided to walk through the “Old market” after being warned it can be a little rough. The “new” market, we were told, was in a different area of town. But this was the real deal. Inside the Medina (old city walls) was as authentic as you can get. So in we went for it and pre-warning was true. I observed it was even more rugged than the Sale market. Much business was done in the middle of the narrow street itself and not just the shops. People would have spread out a towel, sheet or rag and then laid things for sale on top. Many appeared old, used and dirty. Some spreads were lined with fake watches or sunglasses. At times there would be someone squatting next to the stuff, more often, only when you stopped and took interest in something did the owner, who had been having tea or talking with a group, suddenly appear to anxiously suggest more options. They did, as did Rabat, have beautiful fabrics and local crafted goods.

At one point a man started yelling in Arabic throwing jackets onto the street in a huge pile. He was making such a big commotion that I had to check it out. Suit Jackets, coats, windbreakers… I happened to reach down and lift out a Helly Hanson sailing jacket that fit me perfectly. It was 47 Dirham (about $6). Knowing this brand and checking that it is indeed not a fake, I imagined the man was yelling “Hot jackets, cheap, buy them quick before the police come after me,” in Arabic. I bought my 47 Dirham jacket and quickly moved on.

All this shopping was done while dodging speeding motorcycles, mopeds and bicycles who flew though the lane with no intention of stopping.

But all in all, I was not hassled much by shop keepers. In fact, I’ve been hassled more by time-share marketers in Florida than in the cities of Morocco.

We made our way out of the Medina and found a hamburger joint that made cheeseburgers that tasted like I was in someone’s backyard for a barbecue. (a far cry from what I swear was a dog-food burger in Almeria, Spain…my last attempt at a little Americano.) Although the ketchup was 50 percent sugar and uneatable, and the mustard was spicy hot. This burger was incredible…or I was really hungry.

As I walked out, we noticed what looked like a dive bar. It was unusual because none of the cities I had been in had I noticed a bar and they didn’t sell beer or wine in their cafés. Mark was with me and mentioned it almost like a dare, so I boldly walked through the wooden beads dangling from the doorway as a cover and got to the other side. Mark followed. In front of me sat a room full of men in a dingy setting with small tables and chairs and one long bar where several men were standing. Everyone, everything stopped for a moment and I felt all eyes. I had my shoulders covered, which I learned the hard way the first day in Morocco. Even after spending a summer in the Mediterranean, I have never felt so naked as wearing long pants but my sleeveless LIVESTRONG shirt in the Moroccan market.

The bartender hesitated for a second but I made eye contact. I asked for a beer at the same time Mark said it in French, the second language here. Two short beer bottles appeared, and I sighed a secret sigh of relief. I had a general idea that women were not a usual sighting in such an establishment. Soon, the man next to me started up a conversation. His name was Amead. Amead and his friend answered some of my questions, the first one being: “Where are the women”? I was explained that this was a Man Only bar but because I was a stranger and I was welcome. They said there were co-ed bars that women could go to. I wondered how any women would have time to go to a bar when all the men were sitting around in bars or on the street cafes drinking mint tea ALL DAY and the women appeared to do mostly everything else…but I didn’t bring this up.

Amead was a friendly man and when the conversation about Casablanca the movie came up, I jokingly said “Where’s Rick’s bar” Suddenly opinions came from several directions, even a well groomed man at the end of the bar in a stunning business suit decided to come over and counter what we were being told with a new location.

Then, we were on a mission. We must find Rick’s Bar in Casablanca.

We decided to go first to the location the “suit” told us. After nothing, we stopping in a nice international hotel and the desk clerk knew right away, got a map from under her counter and gave us a new fix, near but different. Going there we asked along the way, hitting some dead ends. Some had never heard of the movie and some pointed us forward. FINALLY, there along the street that we had passed first thing in the morning: Rick’s Cafe.

A bit upset it was closed

Hurrying around the corner to the front door with thoughts of a t-shirt in my head I went for the door handle to find it closed and the hours clearly showing a “siesta.” We had missed by one hour. After rattling the door, a guard appeared and opened the door slightly, just enough for THE t-shirt to be seen in the gift shop right behind him: Rick’s Café Casablanca. As much as I could beg and plead, there was no going inside. So we took a few photos of the plaque, only to find out, like Hollywood, the place was completely made up.

Even though I knew, and had recently re-watched the 1940’s movie, something inside of me wanted it to be based on something true.

With trains leaving every 30 minutes, we caught the next train back to the boat feeling a sense of disappointment. I think it was about the entire day, not just a made up café.

What you imagine a place to be like can be a great disappointment countered only by the great surprises found in the most unexpected locations.